This is a song about "Kush and curds"

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Kush and oj blaring through the speakers

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Kush so purple swore it's myth

This fire ass kush is finna get seared

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Off 2 blunts kush and hash in each one now i'm fucked up

Smoking on that kush when it's in town

Pick em' up and knock em' down

I flash smiles at the mean looks

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush